Zhuo Han left, the time is approaching noon.
Inkstone when seven clear pure eyes looking at Song Qiyu, she said with a smile: "Song teacher, for the table thank you, please have a meal?"
Song Qiyu gently pick eyebrow, put the mobile phone in the trouser pocket, euphemistic refusal, "Miss Yan don't be polite, I didn't do anything."
"You can't say that. If it wasn't for your recording, Lin's parents might not give up easily!" Inkstone when seven words inadvertently reveal witty and cunning, in the heart of song Qiyu stung for a while.
He had a sudden interest in her.
"Then... Obedience is better than respect!"
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At noon, Yueran Xiaozhai.
At noon, Yan Shiqi chose the high-end restaurant of Licheng University.
It can accommodate four people in an independent private room, surrounded by green plants, and the environment is quiet and elegant.
Yan Shi Yang sits beside Yan Shi Qi, while Song Qi Yu sits opposite them.
The waiter brought chrysanthemum tea, poured three cups and handed them.
Yan Shiqi politely opened the menu and pushed it to song Qiyu, "Mr. Song, you come first!"
"Don't mention it. I have classes in the afternoon. I'll just have something to eat."
"Then choose some that suit your taste."
Song Qiyu smiles at Shi Qi's stubborn and firm water eyes. He opens the menu and asks, "are you sure that the child didn't belong to Shi Yang from the beginning?"
Smell speech, inkstone when Yang also period Ai Ai's looking at her, a handsome and elegant cheek also slightly decadent and tired.
He couldn't eat well and sleep well these two days. He thought it would turn into a "fierce battle", but his sister's performance seemed to solve it easily!
Dear sister, I will feed you to the end!
Yan Shiqi didn't pay attention to Yan Shiyang's milk dog look. Hearing song Qiyu's inquiry, she modestly replied, "well, after all, you should know yourself and the other."
Song Qi's action of flipping through the menu stopped for a moment, and there was a floating light in his secluded sight. "However, I was surprised by your attitude towards Lin Yi in the end!"
The tone of the man is a little appreciative, the outline of the cheek is clear, and her pretty face is reflected in the pupil.
Yan Shiqi scratched his face carelessly and said to Qi Yu of Song Dynasty, "the little girl has been scared to death. She can stop the loss in time and admit that her child is not Shiyang's. I believe she has been punished. I don't need to bully her if I force her again! "
"Sister, you believe me now!"
Yan when Yang inappropriate opening, a pair of "I am wronged" expression.
Inkstone when seven turn to glance at him, tiger face: "is it OK to say? Don't you mind if I tell mom and dad? "
For a moment, when the inkstone, Yang looks like a defeated rooster, angrily gathering his anger, lowering his head to pick the corner of the table.
Seeing this, song Qiyu couldn't help laughing. The eyes behind the lens are not blinking at the inkstone, such as the Milky way meets the bright moon, reflecting the dazzling broken awn.
Yan Shiqi, interesting!
……
After dinner, Yan Shiqi and song Qiyu say goodbye at the gate of the restaurant and express their gratitude to him again.
Song Qiyu was modest and polite. Under her eyes, he left side by side with Yan Shiyang and gradually went away to join the crowd.
Standing in the same place, looking at his straight back and elegant posture, Yan Shiqi inadvertently remembered a sentence, which is the most suitable to describe song Qiyu: he has a poetic atmosphere in his belly, which is the most scholarly.
Just then, before she could take her eyes back, the mobile phone in her bag rang.
Yan Shiqi takes out his mobile phone and looks at it. A smile overflows on his lips. When he gets through, his tone is clear and pleasant: "Hello!"
"If you see enough, turn around."
Men's low alcohol magnetic voice into the ear, like the piano in the heart. She looked around in a daze. As her skirt turned around with the breeze, she could see the beautiful and delicate cheek of Qin Baiyu by the Huiteng window not far away